Unacquainted Silhouettes

Turbulence

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Sometimes
coming close
is the same as
going away

Is it the turbulence
of a camphor or
the air, that
builds a fire?

Some stars explode
and become dust,
others linger
for us to gaze upon
and render meanings

Brooches, frames,
scents-leftovers
are an indictment

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